Lyrics:
a book on the game
But I'm not an author
Remember coming home after school skipping Arthur
Went to private and public schools didn't do the charter
Bad ass
it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately cause now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa
a mixture of pain, no scars in particular
High ratings across the nation, you see the picture of
A young black male quitting school, grabbed the wrong tools
it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately cause now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa
it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately cause now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa
what it is
I went to charter school as a kid
Now I'm smashing bad bitches at the ritz
Bitch stop playing cause you know who it is
Bitch stop playing
device
Galaxy beat the Bouldergeist
Need an island to add spice
Not a whole one but just a slice
Sitting, Poolside
Waves up, High tide
Water low, subside
the Lambo', not talkin' no Honda, yeah
Black diamond AP, I call it Wakanda, yeah
Ever since high school, I ain't wear no condoms, yeah
She gave me brain, she
Find him a ditch
Old school niggas tell me I remind of rich
'cause I take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips
Hoppin out a rough six
With
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like
lose our jobs
The war was just a tv drama, somethin' bout a hijab
High school, before I could vote
Two thousand and six we were all bigots
Jokin'
on my side, man
Four, five, six walked away with the Grammy
Seen many blocks turn to the Twilight Zone
D.A. on a case like Sherlock Holmes
My old high
tenth grade was like fifty days away
Tryna get paid fifty ways a day
Used to put fifty on the layaway, now my closet fifty shades of grey
Twenty six
fake no jacks (leave now!)
[king just]
I come like a river, i'll make ya shake ya zipper
The liver, here comes the nigga that'll dick ya
Raw, hardcore,
This world's waiting on my Rolly
Hell yeah, you tell Satan that
I pray to the Lord, pray to the most high
Penny for my thoughts
You'll get a monkey for
When he was nine, he played so fine
That all the girls in the neighborhood screamed at his sight
He played in high schools, at birthdays, too
He played
Shootin' bullshit with my buddies
Parked down by a river bank
(Wheels) And I'm only gainin' miles in life
Heartbeat of America just make sure
That you drive
to afford any dinner dates
Representing myself
Cause No one else got my Six
Kamikaze made of Five of the sickest
MC's You've ever witnessed
Four the record
to escape
And get into the sunshine
Straight out of high school
And into the unknown
Looking for trouble
They were two young fools
Dreaming of freedom
Max be pissing me off at school
You said too much shit to me while I'm at lunch
You first day of middle school pieces of shit
You spend time
toys
And crash them in rivers
I'm popping the bottle and killing my Liver
I don't give a fuck and I guess that's a Flaw
Slipping in school
To busy just
I keep it real, from the school of the hard knocks
The brown skinned brother with dreadlocks
That's that's stickin up barber shops and jewelry
of gold
I love a boy with curly hair and river eyes
Now he's smoking out the window every morning
While I get high in the bathroom
Always on the upswing,
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